She felt the agony of his crushed pride, and yearned with an intensity that was passionate to alleviate it.

But there seemed nothing for her to do.

She could only kneel and look on in bitter impotence while he fought his battle.
In the end he lifted his face.

"It's the collarbone that hurts so infernally.

Could you push something under my left arm to hold it up?
Your muff would do.